Previously ..
It had been several weeks since Wonder Woman and Uberfau's epic battle in the ring. The world was still struggling to comprehend what it had witnessed. The invincible Wonder Woman was destroyed by her blonde German foe. Uberfrau had accomplished her mission and broke the Amazon Princess who had since vanished from all public sight. The German Superwoman however basked in the glory of her victory , she was photographed constantly wearing the iconic tiara of the conquered Wonder Woman.
Uberfrau issued a challange to the world wide press.... She would gladly battle any Superheroine who dared challenge her for Wonder Womans tiara.
Supergirl was irate... Wonder Woman was her best friend and she could no longer stand by while this German bitch mocked the fallen Amazon. Kara was the mightiest girl on earth , she was sure that Uberfrau somehow cheated to defeat Diana... And she was going to bring about Justice.
The word was issued through the press that Supergirl had taken up Uberfrau's challenge for Dianas tiara. The showdown would be held in New York city in a boxing match.
So here they all are in the ring at Madison Square Garden this fateful evening. In one corner, Supergirl, super-powered defender of the free world, attended by her good friend Wondergirl . The Maiden of Might is wearing her signature outfit with the telltale red Supergirl symbol . Wondergirl, not to be out done, is spectacularly decked out in dark blue and red latex sleeveless vest and hot pants. Kara Zor-El, a.k.a. Supergirl, appears confident and unshakable
In the far corner is the blode German SupwerWoman Uberfrau. Decked in black and red leather clashing with Wonder Woman' gold tiara on her head. She looks stunnning and pwerful , her massive breasts heaving as she stares a hole through her opponent.
The announcers voice booms through the arena "There will be no round limit; this fight, by mutual agreement of the two combatants, will end only by KNOCKOUT! Any knockdowns resulting in counts will end at the bell concluding each round, if the 10 count is not reached before then. Furthermore, the three knockdown rule, also by mutual consent of the combatants, is waived for this fight, as is the mandatory eight count rule after a knockdown."
He clears his voice, dramatically announcing now, "So let me introduce to you in the one corner, wearing the, well barely wearing something fiery red, and with the matching red gloves; she stands 5 foot 7 and a half. She is the woman who broke the Amazon... The Conquerer of Wonder Woman... UBERFRAU
People are sitting on their hands, whispering to one another; nobody knows quite what to make of the strikingly beautiful, stunningly developed German; many, most probably, are absolutely terrified of her after hearing, and now seeing, what she has done to Wonder Woman. Supergirl, on the other hand, is at least outwardly a picture of steely calm, locked in, glaring at the ravishing nazi in the other corner.
Now the announcer's voice rises even higher in its tenor, its palpable excitement, as he dramatically intones, "And in the other corner, she is wearing the blue and red top and blue shorts, with dark blue gloves; she hails from right here in the good old U S of A. She stands 5 foot 9, she is attended tonight by her manager, the renowned , Wondergirl. Here is the mightiest woman on the face of the earth, the magnificent, stunningly beautiful, living, breathing 8th wonder of the world; she is the Maiden of Steely Might, the much beloved and admired, invincible defender of all that is right and just in this free world of ours; HERE IS KARA ZOR-EL, SOOOPERGIIIIRRRLLL____Supergirl!"
Everyone is on their feet, a crescendo of claps and cheers engulfing the ring. Wondergirl beams, lifts Kara's one gloved arm up in a salute to the crowd. Kara smiles broadly, soaking in the adulation, turns slowly, waving to her adoring fans, telling herself, " I am Supergirl, Maiden of Might; I AM invincible; I WILL defeat this menace to society . Only I can save the world as we know it, and I will!" She fixes her gaze finally on the haughty Uberfau, who stares back,Uberfrau continues staring at the blue clad superheroine, mouthing the letters, "S L U T", then the words, "you're mine" as she stares back at Kara. The Maiden of Might, eyes fixed on her foe this whole time, shudders.
The bell rings, Supergirl, comes out aggressively, determined to put the brassy Nazi in her rightful place, namely laid out on the canvas. Both Supergirl and Wondergirl are convinced that: 1) Uberfrau somehow neutralized Wonder Woman's power belt, or replaced it with a fake one, before battling and defeating the then Amazon Queen; and that she would try to use kyptonite to neutralize Kara's powers. But the Kryptonite sensors installed everywhere, in the locker rooms, around over and under the ring, and throughout the arena at Wondergirl and Supergirl's request, have been silent. There will be no trickery tonight, of that she is certain.
Uberfrau circles cautiously, gloves tucked up around her head, displaying incredible reaction times and hand speed in parrying Kara's initial, superpowered punches. They move into Kara's corner, Surpergirl still on the attack, Wondergirl, standing a few feet away on the apron, exhorting her, "thatta girl, Kara, cut off the ring, make her fight, you got her". Backed to the corner ropes, Uberfrau finally comes out of her shell, a quick flicking jab, partially deflected by Kara's gloves, the blow nevertheless surprising Supergirl with its quickness, its velocity. It glances seemingly harmlessly across the Maiden of Might's chin, but suddenly Kara is DOWN!, one leg splaying out before she pitches awkwardly to her knees, Uberfrau, smirking, crowding her from above, one big muscular thigh pressed to the downed superheroine's shoulder. Ringside fans are on their feet, shocked! Wondergirl grabs the ropes, leaning over into the ring, crying out, "oh no, KARA!". Uberfrau, is still in the corner, towering over the stunned blonde. She gives Wondergirl a little elbow as the leggy brunette leans over the ropes next to her, snarls, "outta my face, BITCH!" The ring announcer is babbling almost incoherently, "MY GAWD, SUPERGIRL IS DOWN!" But Kara bounces up to her feet quickly before the ref can move in for a count. She gestures at the canvas beneath her feet, looking a little flustered, stammering, "I'm okay, I slipped". The ref looks down at a small puddle of moisture on the canvas near Supergirl's corner, halts the fight clock, gesturing to the ring attendants, "get a towel, wipe this up".
Fifteen seconds later, the bout resumes; but Supergirl looks suddenly confused, wandering back to a neutral corner as Uberfrau, blinking in surprise, comes out after her. "I'm okay, it's only a slip", Kara mumbles to herself as she draws her gloves up around her head, covering as Uberfrau,, with a flurry of punches, pounds the blue clad superheroine's bared tummy. The blows mostly bounce harmlessly off Supergirl's Kryptonian bod, but the Maiden of Might still covers in the corner, not fighting back at all, now clinching. The ref moves in to break the clinch, quizzically looking at Supergirl. She stammers, "I'm okay, it was just a slip, she didn't hurt me." "Then fight, ladies", he intones. And fight Uberfrau does, a dozen rapid-fire blows to the body, now moving upstairs, right hook, left hook, now an uppercut, the hooks finding only Kara's drawn up blue gloves, but the right uppercut slipping through, bouncing off her Kryptonian jaw. Supergirl takes them all, even the uppercut, stoically, passively, head rocking back only slightly from the hard, uplifting blow. The bell rings, ending round one. Kara trudges to her corner, seemingly unhurt, but dispirited; Uberfrau giving her a shove, taunting her, "you are mine Supergirl..."
The blue clad superheroine only shudders, sits down on her stool, staring blankly out across the ring, silently mouthing the words still, "it was just a slip, she didn't hurt me." Wondergirl towels her off, though Supergirl has barely worked up a sweat, the only moisture on her whole body, it seems, being inside her thighs. Wondergirl notices such, and wipes those gorgeous legs down accordingly, Kara sighing appreciatively. Wondergirl hasn't said a word all this time; but now, as Kara stands up for the 2nd round bell, she snidely emarks, "okay, girlie, you had your fun, slip slidin around and playing like a punching bag; now get out there and FIGHT, for gawds sake!" Kara nods her head, fixing liquid blue eyes on her loving companion, quietly answers, "It was just a slip; it rattled me some, but she didn't even hurt me with any punches". "I don't care, dearie," Wondergirl retorts, "it looks bad; take her out this round, don't fool around out there!" Kara nods again, setting her Kryptonian jaw in a fierce glare across the ring.
And now Kara, snapping out of her first round lethargy, goes on the attack with a vengeance. A superpowered woman possessed, the blue clad blonde pummels a now strangely passive, almost casual and dis-interested Uberfrau, through the next two one-sided rounds. Still, punishment from the Maiden of Might's steely fisted gloves that would have flattened all but the mightiest of superheroes, and certainly all other mortal beings, by now, have only wobbled, but not dropped, the powerful German Superwoman, who spends most of rounds two and three clinching often, protecting her face from the most deadly punches, riding out Supergirl's wicked body salvos, but rarely offering much of a threat herself. Many in the crowd, the same ones who stayed silent while Kara was doing her own rope-a-dope act in round one, are lustily booing the statuesque Nazi for her inactivity. Imperiously, the blonde villainess blithely ignores the taunts.
Kara is mildly alarmed that she has yet to floor Uberfau. Despite Supergirl's superhuman hand speed, Uberfrau's long, well muscled arms and super quick reflexes, have managed to protect her head from the most brutal blows launched by the blue clad superheroine. And even though the German's sculpted body has taken a real pounding from Supergirl's Kryptonian fists, Uberfrau appears to have rock hard abs and an extremely high threshold for bodily pain. So Kara comes out in the fourth round grimly determined to go upstairs more, yet spends most of the time pushing she groping the blonde bitch away after Uberfrau's increasingly frequent clinches. By all appearances, laying on the ropes, groping, clinching almost desperately whenever Kara moves in on her, it seems Uberfrau, after absorbing tremendous punishment through two plus rounds now, is pretty much finished. Indeed, many in the crowd are amazed that she's even gotten this far against the "invincible" Maiden of Might. Wondergirl, watching the one sided match intently from the ring apron in Kara's corner, has to marvel at Uberfrau's incredible bodily endurance and ability to take a punch, breathlessly whispering at one point, " Hera, this bitch is unreal! Kara's thrown everything but the kitchen sink at her, and still she won't go down! What's it gonna take for crying out loud?"
What it will take, apparently, is the inexorable pressure Kara is still applying to a now virtually unresisting Uberfrau laying on the ropes near rounds end. Kara moves in, feints a left to bring Uberfaus guard down, then powers into a super charged right aimed up high. Only partially blocked, the punch slams Uberfrau's head back with a satisfying smack. She barely stifles a low groan, wobbles sideways, long, stunningly sculpted legs pawing for firm footing on the sweat dampened canvas, then drops swiftly down, clumping hard to her back, legs and arms akimbo. The crowd is on its feet, lustily cheering their heroine as Kara, gloved arms raised above her head, heads to a neutral corner, and the count begins over her fallen foe. Uberfrau appears to be hurting bad, lying motionless until the count reaches 3, before rolling over slowly and pushing to a shaky crouch by 7. But then she somehow staggers up at 9, barely beating the count, then strangely grins broadly at Supergirl as the ref shakes out her gloves and waves Supergirl in again. Most think it's a goofy, woozy smile of a KO'd fighter; Think again, perhaps! As Supergirl closes for the kill, Uberfrau, still weaving noticeably, somehow, suddenly, snaps a withering left hook to Kara's carelessly unguarded jaw that stuns, but doesn't wobble, Supergirl at the bell. As they head to their own corners, conquerer of Wonder Woman sarcastically remarks to Kara, "oops, guess I slipped on a wet spot there; you see, you can't STOP me, Super Slut; and it will be YOU on the canvas next time, I promise!"
Round 5 begins, and Supergirl goes right to the attack, but somehow she appears to be letting this golden opportunity to finish a wounded foe slip further away with every passing moment. She has set a furious pace, even for her, through the past three rounds in an attempt to knock out the mouthy villainess. And, in the minds of most, she almost had her late in the 4th. But Uberfrau has answered the bell, and, frankly, Kara seems somewhat frustrated, and, impossible as it may seem to contemplate, even a bit weary, or maybe just discouraged, as her punches slam with somewhat less than supersonic speed into Uberfrau's strapping body during a long clinch, initiated by Uberfrau, of course, midway through the round. Uberfrau has not only ridden out the expected push by Kara to knock her out early this round, but is decidedly more stable on her feet, and confident looking, than at the end of the previous round. The frustration grows for Kara as the round winds down, and Uberfrau once again wraps her up in a long clinch along the ropes which the referee, gaping shamelessly at those two, glistening, entwined superbods, seems horribly slow at breaking up. As Kara heads to her corner at the bell, Uberfrau yells at her, "you will be mine Supergirl... you will be mine"
Wondergirl goes to work more earnestly on her clearly discouraged charge between rounds, snorting contemptuously, "that BITCH sure has a loud mouth for one who is getting the crap beat out of her!" Kara, looking, indeed, a bit weary even as she lays arms over the ropes and greedily sucks in and spits out some water, tilts her head up to softly remark to her dark haired companion, "Wondergirl, gawd, I don't know what it will take to put her down. Maybe it WAS just a slip back then." "Of course, it was a slip, sweetie," Wondergirl responds, "everybody saw your feet sliding on the wet spot." "No, I meant her slip," Kara sighs, "back in the fourth." Wondergirl snorts, "honey, pull it together; you had her all but knocked out then; slip my ass!" "But she's still on her feet," Kara responds; to which Wondergirl concludes, "but you'll get her this round, Supergirl!". Privately, the young Amazon is worried though, thinking to herself, "gads, the bitch is hanging in; she's tough all right, and Kara's losing focus; but no, it can't be, she's Supergirl' she'll pull it together, end this charade this round, I hope!"Or can it?; be that is, that Uberfrau can stand in against the full fury of the Kryptonian Lass. She did, after all, destroy Diana, with merely her bare hands, and legs, and awesome body! Can she not do the same here? At the bell, it is Kara this time, looking both weary and worried, who initiates the clinch, holding on as Uberfrau digs three hard lefts into her side, punches which in the early rounds bounced harmlessly off her iron clad Kryptonian bod, but now, tellingly, are slicing ever deeper into the startlingly yielding flesh of the blue clad heroine.
The 7th round begins soon enough, and a low murmur spreads through the crowd as Supergirl's attack wanes precipitously, as she appears almost sluggish at times, most especially when sucked into Uberfrau's notorious long clinches against the ropes. The plain fact is, though few, except Kara, herself, and perhaps Wondergirl and Uberfrau, seem to recognize it, Supergirl IS losing her focus, and perhaps more alarmingly, her energy, her punches shockingly slowed near rounds end. Meanwhile, more of Uberfrau's pesky jabs, and a few harder punches, are finding their way through Kara's somewhat less than super-powered defenses.
Near the bell, Supergirl, laboring badly, but trying to rally against Uberfrau's increasingly aggressive counter-attack, feints the right this time, goes upstairs with the left hook; but Uberfrau takes the ponderous, horribly slowed, punch on the side of the face, and dances away on still sturdy legs, taunting, "is that all ya got, Super Bimbo?". Supergirl comes at her. again, wildly, but is "rocked" by a countering left to the jaw and backed to the ropes seconds before time, shaking her head in dismay as resurgent Uberfrau lays the leather to her fabulous blue clad super bod, the punches slicing ever deeper into Kara's dangerously softening body. The final punch, coming a split second after the bell clangs, and sinking half a fist deep into her tummy, even draws an air sucking "ooofff" from the embattled superheroine as the referee rushes in to separate the two combatants, warning Uberfrau for the late blow. The rampaging German merely laughs at him, turns and fairly dances to her own corner.
Kara tries her best to shake off the sensations, to "pull it together", but as the bell rings for the 8th round, it is clear that she is far from full strength, or resolve. Uberfrau storms to the attack now as Kara, feeling strangely lethargic, a very human like, unaccustomed heaviness and weariness settling inexorably into her legs and arms, mounts an alarmingly weak, and slowed, counter-attack. With Kara clearly on the defensive this round, the crowd is disbelieving, Wondergirl , as Uberfrau unleashes for the first time in this fight the full savage fury in her magnificently sculpted, tightly wound Nazi's body, taking total command of the round from a "melting" Maiden of Might. It's almost like she's been merely toying with the erstwhile Supergirl, or at least playing with her mind, and bod, some, waiting for Kara's superpowered defenses to crack, waiting for just this moment to pounce on a smaller, now visibly struggling, foe.
And pounce she does! Her mighty legs are like two iron pillars, planted solidly beneath her as her piston like arms slam almost unimpeded through Kara's crumbling defenses. She pins the embattled blonde against the ropes with brute size and strength, lashing that great body with withering lefts and rights and stunning the fast fading superheroine with a rollicking left hook to the jaw that actually wobbles Supergirl's legs, drawing loud gasps from the stunned ringside fans. Then, shockingly, a murderous uppercut lifts Kara's body clear off the ground an inch or so from the impact. Kara's head snaps back as if on a swivel from the savage blow. She's totally defensive, backed to the corner ropes, groggy and rubbery-legged. Uberfrau follows up with another equally brutal uppercut, and another and another. Poor Kara is helpless against the pillaging blows, gloved arms flailing uselessly, head snapping back and forth with each punishing blow blasting against her chin. The crowd is aghast at the beating the hunkered Maiden of Might is taking, some are booing loudly and throwing things into the ring. All but the strongest of superhumans would be laid out flat on the canvas by now from Uberfrau's murderous uppercuts near rounds end. And only two gloved arms slung desperately over the ropes to prop up her battered, sagging body keep even Supergirl off the canvas now as the bell, mercifully, ends this, Supergirl's most desperate, faltering round.
As she struggles merely to steady quaking legs and disentangle her battered body from its rope prison, Kara's somewhat confused mind wanders to the awful minutes endured just now, Uberfrau's punches slicing deep and, yes, painfully into her collapsing walls of steely defense, slamming her head back with their savage power, depositing her, spent and groggy, clinging desperately to the corner ropes to stay upright. She mumbles softly to herself, wobbly legs pawing at the slickened canvas floor beneath her, "only a slip, gawwwd, she can't do this to me, Wondergirl."
Wondergirl is still in the other corner, mouth ajar, shocked at the beating endured by her beloved companion this stunning round. She can't hear Supergirl's groggy, mumbled words. But she, this smart and cagey young Amazon, intrinsically knows now that, indeed, Uberfrau can "do this" to Kara, and will, if they can't figure out a way to get Kara re-focused on doing what only she can do, that "Supergirl thing" that is. But they must act fast, for the ninth round, crucial for both fighters hopes, given the big momentum swing here in favor of Uberfrau, is barely a minute away. Over in the one neutral corner still, Kara, waiting on shaky legs for assistance from the referee and Wondergirl, both moving in toward her, also realizes, with a shudder, that she has to, and in her mind WILL, rally in the next round, to blunt Uberfrau's rally, vanquish the ravishing, yet evil, young amazon. It must be that way, for she is Supergirl, brave and noble, indeed "invincible", defender of all that is right and just in this free world, or so they say.
(to be continued)
note this a reworking of a story by Jobberjoe
